"What?" I asked, keeping calm. I wasn't sure if this was good or bad. Most likely bad though. "Why?" I added.
"I don't know." Luke said, obviously annoyed and I just stared, acting oblivious to what I knew he said about me earlier.
"What does this mean." I asked him.
"I have no idea. I didn't make the posters. But we better find out, you're in this too." Luke said, as he stalked away. I bit my lip and thought of the awful things this could have meant..or what Luke meant.
*later that night*
I lay on the couch and I hear Stella's faint snores. She seemed so peaceful. She should be, no one is talking behind her back about kicking her to the streets. I close my eyes, trying to sleep, but all I think of is Luke telling me I'm in this too. What does that even mean. It twirls my stomach at the thought and I can't help but feel like he is gonna turn me in and blame everything on me. It's so ironic, how people can be so sweet in prison, out of all places, and then be the rudest assholes when they escape.
"Shit." I hear as Michael stumbles down to get s glass of water. I see him run back upstairs, with his gaming headset on, spilling some water on his way. Then, another thought strikes me. Why am I not on the posters? Wasn't I just on them. Does that mean they are searching for me another way? I look around the house and wonder of how this could've been different. What would've happened if we were all still more genuine to each other. What then? I think to myself as I fall asleep.
What then?
I feel bad for Alyssa, Luke is an idiot and Steph is a roooooode person.
lol chapter 30 though : )

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Cell 103
FanficWhy was I put here? Why was my mind so awful that it made me make the choices I made. Well, what's done is done, this is my home now..for now...